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Apr 2021
era
the sun rose in the east,
only cries and wails
in white hoarded rooms,
where a new day starts,
and endings birthed,
and where the sun
sets in the west,
waiting for a better
tomorrow.
Written by
audrey  malaysia
(malaysia)   
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